Lao Sun has a very discerning eye.
Gu Han didn't need to ask any more questions, so he took the initiative to find the people who gave the gifts and found out everything.
Naturally, no one dared to hide it.
The saint of Xuanji's ancient holy way, the lover of Yun Jiansheng, the ninth-generation swordsman, who has been watching for thousands of years, was imprisoned by her elder brother, and was forced to marry by the Qian clan...
Change to before.
Due to the power of the Qian Clan, no one dared to speak too frankly, but now...every plant and tree of the Qian Clan is going to be gone, so naturally they don't care about it anymore.
One pile after another.
One by one.
Everyone told everything they knew.
"Son."
After a while, Lao Sun returned to Gu Han and told everything.
Gu Han's expression was shocked again!
He originally wanted to go to the Xuanji Ancient Holy Path after re-establishing Xuantian, but he didn't expect that they had already arrived first!
He glanced at Shixu and his daughter who were kneeling.
A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Also at this time.
Shi Feiyu had already come closer, with a look of silence still carrying a hint of last hope.
"Disciple Yuan Zhengyang!"
Next to Gu Han, Yuan Zhengyang suddenly bowed respectfully and said in a deep voice, "Greetings to the master's wife!"
"Zhengyang?"
this name.
It seemed to have touched some dusty memories of Shi Feiyu, making her silent eyes shine a little brighter.
"Get up."
She seemed to have thought of something and said softly, "He told me about you. He said you are very good. If he wants to recruit a disciple, you are the most suitable candidate..."
he.
Naturally, he was referring to Yun Jiansheng.
"……yes!"
Yuan Zhengyang's eyes were red. He had no fear at all when facing the Lord of Zhenjian City. At this moment, he suddenly didn't dare to look into his eyes.
He didn't dare.
Dare not tell the truth.
Shi Feiyu is extremely intelligent, what's wrong with him?
His eyes were trembling.
He looked at Gu Han again, "Are you the one he chose?"
"Gu Han!"
Gu Han looked solemn and bowed deeply, "Greetings, senior!"
now.
Xuantian Sword Cultivator is also good.
So are those who come to watch the ceremony.
They all said nothing, quietly looking at the woman who had been watching for thousands of years, with a somewhat complicated mood.
"You are good too."
Shi Feiyu looked at Gu Han and said softly, "It's his luck that he chose you and the Xuantian Sword Sect's luck. His vision has never been bad..."
"senior!"
Gu Han's heart sank, and he heard the death intention hidden in the other party's words.
There was silence for a moment.
Shi Feiyu suddenly asked, "He can't come back, right?"
During the conversation.
Her face became more and more haggard, and the will to die on her body became more intense.
Also at this time.
A powerful sword intent poured down, and a broken sword appeared in front of everyone!
The blade of the sword is snow white.
Full of cracks.
There is a faint trace of the vast and eternal, immortal and awe-inspiring sword intention.
After breaking the sword.
A hazy figure in white stood. Dressed in white, he had a majestic figure, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and was full of beauty!
Red Dust Sword, Yun Jiansheng!
"It's him!"
"it's him!"
Among the people watching the ceremony, an old monk said in a trembling voice, "This is the former Xuantian Nine Generations Swordsman, Yun Jiansheng!"
What!
Everyone was stunned and looked over subconsciously.
"Obsession?"
In an instant, many people recognized that Yun Jiansheng at this moment was just a wisp of obsession.
"well."
"He died after all."
"I heard people say that the Nine Generations Swordsman is extremely talented and beautiful. Although it is just a trace of obsession, you can still see how elegant he was back then!"
"..."
Everyone sighed softly.
They feel.
Even though there is only a trace of obsession left, Yun Jiansheng at this moment is still worthy of the words "amazing talent, stunning beauty, and unparalleled grace!"
"
today."
Zhou Yuantong looked into the distance and murmured, "I, Zhou Yuantong, can see two generations of Xuantian sword heads gathered together in succession. It is a blessing in my life!"
Not just him.
This is also the idea of ​​the other Xuantian sword cultivators. .??.
Liu Zhuqing said nothing.
Subconsciously he glanced at the little girl next to him and sighed softly.
should.
It's the three swordsmen who gather together.
"then."
Looking at the stunned Shi Feiyu, Gu Han said softly, "Senior, after killing the God King with his sword, he still has concerns in his heart. Although he didn't say it, I know that he... probably wants to come back and have a look."
To be continued...